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May 2020
You’re invited,
To the last holiday.

One,
Last,
Night of destruction.

One more chance to damage everything;
Your body and your mind,
Your friends and loved ones,
The Sun,
The Moon,
The Heaven and the earth.

This will be the last time,
And when it’s all set a blaze,
You too will burn with it.

Tomorrow,
Only memories will walk this place,
Like ghosts of what we’ve been,

Tomorrow you will rise,
Leaning on the crutch of experience,
With your head hung low,
But your soul soaring high,
With a want,
With a need,
With will,
To rebuild.
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